29 March 2012

You’ve got (no) mail

I love getting letters in the post because they’ve become such a rarity. Especially if the address is written by hand and there’s postage stamps stuck on the envelope. Unfortunately handwritten ‘letters’ bearing news and affection from far-off friends and family have become almost extinct. We don’t even take the time to write emails these days with chat, facebook and skype at our constant disposal.

I got two letters this week. And not surprisingly, neither is a ‘real’ letter from friends or family. One is an invitation to an art exhibition. The other, printed on an Inland Letter Card, is a notice reminding me to renew a magazine subscription. Even though they’re not the real thing, I still enjoyed receiving them because they seem to me like mementoes of a time past. Of course each respective sender could have sent me an email, inviting me to the exhibition or reminding me about the subscription renewal. But they didn’t. They sent me a letter instead. I like receiving letters because they’re almost obsolete. I kept these two letters on my desk all week and once in a while I’d look at them.

I used to love writing and receiving letters. I’d choose nice envelopes, carefully write the address in my best handwriting and then ask for ‘nice’ stamps at the post office. For me, letter writing was a high art and the paper, envelope, colour of ink, stamps and postmarks were all part of the tableau.

At my first job after university one of my tasks was to open all the mail in the morning. I loved this task. In those days, most communication was still done by post and we would get a mountain of mail every day from every corner of the world. I would examine each envelope and carefully cut away the stamps for my co-worker who would later give them to her daughter.

I used to even joke that my ideal job would be mail carrier. I would get to get up early, sort and handle exquisite letters with beautiful handwriting and exotic stamps, spend most of the morning walking around residential neighbourhoods, distributing good news to happy housewives and then go home to retire by midday. The life of a mail carrier is probably not as romantic as I imagined. Besides, the only mail delivered today is mostly computer-generated bills – and a few invitations and subscription reminders.

Our postman delivers our mail by bicycle. He has a canvas bag full of letters and small parcels slung over the handlebars. Sometimes I find our mail in the letterbox attached to the gate, but most times it ends up either at the office located on the ground floor or at my landlords’. I guess it’s too much work to sort out different addressees all located at the same address. When there’s a registered letter he doesn’t even bother coming to our door. Apparently he tells our landlady, “The ‘English people’ are not there. Please sign.”

This post was supposed to be about my experiences with India Post but it has taken an entirely different turn. That will have to be the subject of a future post!

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Oh!I share the same thoughts.Love receiving letters.As a kid,my grandpa and I used to sit every noon near our gate waiting for the "postamma".I still have all the letters I have recd from my family from Mysore and Kolar.Even within Blore,we wrote letters to each other.The last I recd a handwritten letter was from my cousin just after I went to US in 1997.By the time the letter reached me,the news would have become stale.And slowly we moved on to the brand new form of communication;email..

Hey Isabel! Loved reading your post. I love sending and receiving letters too! Recently I've started a small cause called the Prem-Patra Project, which seeks to revive the idea of writing letters by hand and sending them by post, since it's such a beautiful form of communication and so rarely used these days. Do visit my blog, http://prempatraproject.wordpress.com I was also wondering if I could give a link to this post of yours on my blog? I'm always excited to find more people like you who share my epistolary passion! :)Cheers, Sakhi